the thought counts

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redlipstickandhairbows  asked:

Prompt thing- 58. “I’d die for you. Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife but really, it’s the thought that counts.”

An Indiana Jones AU? Why not?


“Relax, Finn, we’re fine.”

“You and I have very different definitions of fine.”

“When have you ever not been fine in my hands?” Poe laughed with Finn’s eyes bulged.

“Oh, I don’t know, I mean, you were being chased by Nazis when I met you, and then there was the pit of snakes, and the quicksand, and I thought you were dead-”

Poe held up his hand, then adjusted his hat. “Okay. But we’re going to be fine now. This is easy-peasy.”

Finn looked over the edge. “Swinging a rope across a canyon that has a rushing river full of alligators is going to be ‘easy-peasy’?” He held up air quotes for the last bit.

“We’re fine,” Poe repeated, as if his easy manner would just soothe everything.

“How do you even know it’s going to hold our weight? Why don’t, um, you go first?”

Poe circled an arm around Finn’s waist and pulled him close. “No way I’m leaving you behind.” With his free hand, he grabbed the rope, and before Finn could protest again, he was running them off the cliff to gather momentum, and they were swinging to the other side. Finn shut his eyes and buried his face in Poe’s chest for about a millisecond, but if he was going to die, he was going to do it eyes open, dammit, so he pulled his head back and watched as the other side of the cliff rushed up toward them. Rather fast. Too fast to-


Finn blinked. They were alive. They were a mess of tangled limbs and vines and he was pretty sure some type of thorn was stabbing in his arm, but he was alive, and Poe was alive, and Poe was- Poe was- Oh, god. Poe was lying on top of him, a pleasant, heavy weight, pinning his legs down. Kindhearted, dashing, adventurous Poe, who just wanted to save the world’s artifacts from Nazis. Poe was looking down at him with concerned eyes, and yeah, he should probably try and make some type of noise.

“Thank you,” Finn managed, his breath catching at Poe’s grin.

“Hey, you know, I’d die for you.”

“You- you would?”

“Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife but really, it’s the thought that counts.” Poe laughed and rolled off of him, holding out his hand to lift Finn up. “Now, you ready to go punch some Nazis?”

Finn squeezed Poe’s hand and worked himself up. “Fuck yeah.”

“That’s my Finn.”

Josh Dun Imagine |Request|

His smile makes me smile. Tell me I’m not the only one  ❤

Imagine being shy and always hanging out with Josh and the rest of the crew think you are so cute together, because you have saved each other from all the dark thoughts

Word count: 585


You always struggled to find that one person who would help you pind your happy place. People always say you are strong enough to find it yourself, but there are times where that feels impossible. You were always shy and innocent, nobody had ever heard you swear, and a lot of them assumed you had a pretty happy life. But the truth was, you were constantly waging wars with your dark thoughts. You even saw them in the mirror as you were at the lowest point, almost hating yourself.

Nobody seemed to understand, weather because they didn’t want to, or because they were too busy battling their own demons. It only made it more difficult to open up to people, to ask them for help. You often thought you could handle it all by yourself, but it turned out you did need someone, someone to just be there, to just sit next to you, and make you feel a little better. When you met Josh Dun, you knew you had found that person. He was exactly what you needed, he understood and he wanted to help.

You were always a woman of a few words, and he didn’t mind, he loved you for who you were. For some reason, you always wanted to be around him, at first not knowing why. Soon, you realized it was because he made you feel protected, and the sound of his laugh made all of your dark thoughts dissapear. He helped you deal with your demons and you helped him deal with his. It’s an understatement to say that Josh’s best friend, Tyler Joseph, was grateful for you caming into Josh’s life.

Josh and him always helped each other and were there for each other, but once Tyler got married to Jenna, he wanted his best friend to find someone as amazing as his wife. And that someone was you. Josh did, and still does, everything to make you feel special and protected. If you are having a bad day, he would engulf you in his arms and just hold you, until you were feeling better and wanted to talk about it. He also made sure you were happy, just as much as you made sure he was happy. 

A few weeks since you two moved in together you woke up in the morning and saw Josh just sitting at the edge of the bed, silently staring at his hands. You knew immediately how he was feeling, and you hugged him from behind, placing small kisses on his back, and just holding him tight, just as tight as he holds you when you are upset. He smiled at you and the both of you agreed to have a lazy day indoors, as you too were not feeling like facing the society today. Tyler and Jenna would just smile at how cute you looked together, and you were happy to be going on tour with them. 

Jenna became like a sister to you, and you loved spending time together, going on double dates and messing around together. You were a little anxious when it came to going on tour with the boys, but Jenna told you she would love for you to come, so she wasn’t the only girl and “the voice of reason” as she called it. You laughed and agreed, knowing it was time to take that step. Tyler and Jenna thought of you as family and all that was left was for Joshua to pop the question.

I hope you like it and don’t mind it’s so short. If you want a longer one let me know and I will write it  ❤

He left.

He left you, and the house is dark and empty, and you just lie there, and wait for him, feeling numb and hollowed, and nothing at all. This wasn’t supposed to feel so much like a breakup. You thought you could overcome this, that he just needed a little push, needed to remember how to be the man you fell in love with.

You let yourself think that this is it. All those years of looking for a place to fit are over. You belong here, in Storybrooke with Henry and your parents, and even with Regina in a way. But you always feel like a new addition to those relationships, a stranger who isn’t sure that she can live up to the titles “mother”, “daughter”, “friend”, “savior”. But you and Killian, this was yours from the start, something you are building together, a house, a home, a future.

You thought you could count on him. And he let you down, like every other person in your life who promised he would be there for you. He gave up on you. Always the first to give up to his self-loathing, listen to the fears and the doubts, while you are the one who never stopped fighting for him. And it shouldn’t really be a surprise, is it?  Every time you let your walls down, you end up with a broken heart. You should have known better. Stupid, so stupid. How could you let yourself hope?

You fall asleep like that, curled up on the couch, exhausted and broken and still waiting. (Still hoping)

Killian isn’t there when you wake up. A thin layer of snow covers the front yard, and fresh air coming through the open window. You twist his ring between your fingers and breathe in deeply. You are not ready to move on just yet. (you didn’t go through hell just to give up now) But if it really is over, if he gives you no choice but to let go, you’ll be fine.  

(You are going to let yourself hope again).

anonymous asked:

hi so i always thought nonbinary was it's own identity but also a term to talk about all genders that aren't just boy or just girl but i keep seeing posts saying stuff like "reblog if you're blog is safe for nonbinary, agender, and genderfluid people" like i thought they were counted as nonbinary since it also can be used as an umbrella term? i'm sorry if i sound rude or ignorant i'm not trying to be

nonbinary is an umbrella term, though some people chose to identify as that and only that, the same way that some people might describe their sexuality with an umbrella term such as queer. so yeah, technically agender and genderfluid people ARE under the nonbinary umbrella, but i guess in that text post they were just trying to make more people feel included because even though it’s an umbrella term some people might not like to be categorized with that word. idk. i hope that makes sense…

-mod nova

“Ok Bucky you got this how hard can it be.” *He fingers the velvet box in his jeans and pushes his hair back nervous.* “Just be natural and calm otherwise it could fail horribly. I mean you don’t have a ring yet you’re working on it but the thought counts right plus you gotta feel Sam out to see if he wants it anyway so worse comes to worse you can get everything done this week and ask him to marry you next week or not if he says no to getting closer.” *He opens the door and sees two dogs playing with each other in the living room. The new dog barks at Bucky and begins to nuzzle him.* “What the…a magic anon?”

___________ *Sam the dog barks at him having no clue who Bucky is. He just knows Bucky smells good and feels familiar.*

“Oh I’m doing just peachy well that plan went into the drain. Sam can you understand me? Nod your head if you understand me.”

_______ *Sam the dog stares at him blankly.*

“Ok great…well I guess this is a bad time but I can practice. Um Sam…no wait Sam you’ve been the best thing in my life will you marry me? Hey no tugging on my shirt.”

*Sam the dog wants to play and Bucky gives up before playing fetch with Sam and Anastasia.”

//send in asks for doggy Sam next week :)

Honestly, I just want one of the other Alien characters, like J’onn or Mon El, to be like “same sex relationships were actually pretty standard on my planet” after hearing Alex come out, and be like “humans are the only race to have assholes thinking it’s weird”, “homophobia is a shitty human construct” etc

I can’t count the times I’ve screamed into my pillow out of anger and sadness. I’ve let rage, hatred, loneliness, and pain consume for so long and silently dealt with it. There have been way too many times where I have locked myself in the bathroom as the world around me fell apart, crying silently sitting in the edge of the tub, constantly repeating to myself that it would be okay, when in reality I was never okay. Each and every time, I’ve only had myself. Each and every time I’d wash my face off and come out as if nothing happened, a fake smile on my face because I was not going to show the world it had gotten the best of me. I’m too old to feel this way. To still feel this way. I can’t count the number of times I’ve been at work and had to excuse myself in order to lock myself in a stall and breathe. Once again the the pain, traveling through my veins making my palms turn into fists. I only have myself. And I would repeat to myself the same thing, everything will be okay…I’m too old to feel this way..I shouldn’t feel this way. But it’s not okay, and the pain is there I can’t deny it, I can’t ignore it and I can’t seem to get rid of it..and as always, I’ve only got myself.


(l8ter that day)

Dramatic Flopping Part 2

Headcanon: “lance will drape himself dramatically across people’s laps. at first everyone pushed him off but now it’s just kinda. a Thing.”

One of @ironinkpen​‘s Lance headcanons~~

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